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I once was infected with wanderlust,

Longing for the soil of foreign lands.

My attitude was Timbuktu or bust,

Worn by the siren call of shifting sands.

Today I find no trace of such spirit,

Cannot relate to that once restless soul.

My heart still beats onward - I can hear it -

But its sights are set on a different goal.

There is harmony where ours coincide

That gives me courage now to clip my wings -

The breadth of your beauty has stemmed this tide,

Carrying me gently to finer things.

Yes, fortune smiled upon me indeed -

I see now to love you is all I need.